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    Light My Firecracker: Tales of the Blakeney Sisters, #5
    Light My Firecracker: Tales of the Blakeney Sisters, #5
    Light My Firecracker: Tales of the Blakeney Sisters, #5
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    Light My Firecracker: Tales of the Blakeney Sisters, #5

    By Linda Mooney and Carolyn Gregg

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    Once upon a time, there lived a man with five rambunctious daughters. They were an average American farming family except for one minor detail. The man was a warlock, and all of his daughters were witchlets—half witch and half human.

    It was the Fourth of July, and Amberly Blakeney knew her time had come to find her heart's call.  The last thing she expected was to discover that her new love harbored a secret that could jeopardize their future happiness.

    To make matters worse, when her father learns Matt's secret, he refuses to let Matt and Amberly have their Happily Ever After.  And he will do whatever it takes, humanly or magically, to keep the young couple apart. 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLinda Mooney
    Release dateJun 24, 2015
    ISBN9781941321485
    Light My Firecracker: Tales of the Blakeney Sisters, #5
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    Linda Mooney

    Linda loves to write sensuously erotic romance with a fantasy, paranormal, or science fiction flair. Her technique is often described as being as visual as a motion picture or graphic novel. A wife, mother, grandmother, and retired Kindergarten and music teacher, she lives in a small south Texas town near the Gulf coast where she delves into other worlds filled with daring exploits, adventure, and intense love. She has numerous best sellers, including 10 consecutive #1s. In 2009, she was named Whiskey Creek Press Torrid's Author of the Year, and her book My Strength, My Power, My Love was named the 2009 WCPT Book of the Year. In 2011, her book Lord of Thunder was named the Epic Ebook "Eppie" Award Winner for Best Erotic Sci-Fi Romance. In addition, she write naughty erotic romances under the name of Carolyn Gregg, and horror under the pseudonym of Gail Smith. For more information about Linda Mooney books and titles, and to sign up for her newsletter, please visit her website. http://www.LindaMooney.com

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      Light My Firecracker - Linda Mooney

      Chapter One

      The night was humid, but a small breeze coming from the east was enough to cool the sweat gathering on her skin. Amberly Blakeney sat in the porch swing and kept up a lazy momentum with the toe of her sneaker. She'd extinguished all the lights in the front of the house. That way she could see the glorious display of stars streaming overhead.

      It was still. Peaceful. The crickets softly sang in the distance. She and her father had eaten supper, and while he'd disappeared back into his bedroom afterwards, she'd cleaned up and come out to the front porch instead of retreating to her own bedroom to curl up with book.

      She felt restless, but she also knew there was nothing she could do to make the time pass more quickly. Neither could she slow time down, although her father had said it was possible to stop time for a few seconds, but only for a few seconds. Afterwards, time would catch up with itself in a whoosh. Amberly knew her father had stopped time in the past, as had her sister Penny. But to bring it to a permanent standstill? Impossible.

      An insect brushed her face. She waved it away. One of the perks of being a witchlet was that she never had to worry about being harassed by mosquitoes. She rubbed a minor hurt on her upper arm. Too bad she remained susceptible to bee stings.

      The soft fall of footsteps alerted her to her father's approach. The front door was propped open to allow for the cooler breezes to come in through the screen door and waft through the sprawling ranch house. She heard the rusty springs squawk in protest as Manderly Blakeney joined her.

      You had a good idea, he murmured. It's rather stuffy inside, even with the windows open.

      He eased himself down into the rocker with the worn quilted seat cushion, and propped his stocking feet on top of the porch railing. Together they sat in comfortable, companionable silence until an old pickup came barreling down the road. The Mueller boys whooped and hollered as they waved sparklers and tossed small firecrackers in their wake. The explosives went off like gunshots, and surprised fireflies lit up the meadows. The crickets shushed and waited.

      Amberly heard her father sigh. I'll be harvesting the watermelons tomorrow to take to the festival Monday.

      Need help?

      "No, thanks. I think I got enough oomph left in me to hoist 'em by myself."

      Amberly giggled. She could see him in her mind's eye as he pointed to each individual melon, and the selected fruit would rise and pack itself on the wagon. She'd seen him do similar acts of magic while she was growing up, but still, watching her father in action was always a treat.

      Maybe I'll go to the back pasture tomorrow anyway and enjoy the show.

      You've been mighty pensive lately, her father commented, interrupting her train of thought. Do I even need to ask why?

      If you're implying about this holiday bringing my heart's desire to me, you can quit beating around the bush. That's exactly what's been on my mind lately, but not for the reason you think.

      She could sense the big man giving her a pensive stare, but he remained silent and waited for her to continue and explain. Chances were he probably already knew what she was thinking, even though he couldn't read minds. Or at least he had always told her and her sisters he couldn't. There had been times, though, when they weren't so sure.

      The minutes ticked by without her making any further comment, forcing him to take the next step. I'm going to be all right, Amy. You don't have to worry about me.

      Aha! If he can't read minds, how else can he explain how he does that?

      Amberly shook her head. But I do worry about you, Daddy. So do the others. How are you going to manage this farm without anyone here to help?

      The same way I managed to raise five little girls all by myself. His voice was rough with unshed tears as he recalled those hard years before she and her sisters were old enough to start caring for themselves.

      Who's going to cook for you when I'm gone? Or clean house?

      I won't starve, Amy. I'll manage.

      She started to say more when he shifted in his rocker to face her more directly. Amy, I've dedicated my whole life to raising you girls. To giving you the life you deserved, even though there were occasional bumps in the road. Nothing will make me happier than to know you've found your heart's call, and that I can be assured of your continuing happiness.

      She sniffed around the tears flooding her eyes. But I feel like we've been abandoning you this past year.

      Fledglings leave the nest, my girl. It's part of nature. It's life. Don't think of it as abandoning me. Think of yourself as a branch sprouting off from the trunk of a strong tree. A branch that will shoot off its own limbs filled with buds and leaves as you start your own family.

      I take it you're the trunk? she giggled.

      "I have many rings and

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